I again spooned my food until it was full. This is not the manners of a princess, as Gertrude taught me. Blah, what a fool. Princess or not, I'm not in the royal circle. It's a school, a free area, which means I can do anything. Including putting my feet up on the table.
Yeah. Like I give a fuck.
"Well, Daph. If you really think that one hundred percent of the boys in this school are disgusting, you'd better look at twelve o'clock."
Hearing Shyla's signal, like a remote-controlled robot, I turned in the direction she was pointing and saw a line of boys with pretentious appearances walking haughtily into the cafeteria. I hissed in disgust.
"The front one I think is, well, the most handsome." Bianca hid her face behind a thick book.
"That's Justin Lancaster," Esther replied. "The most handsome man in this school. With his handsome friends."
What? The most handsome man with his handsome friends? I just like seeing a group of aliens who deliberately came to earth to do colonialism. Have you watched Transformers? Or Men In Black? Imagine them, aliens, with such evil plans.
"Eww…" Spontaneously, I mumbled the word as Justin Lancaster passed my chair.
Noticing my disgusted hiss, he stopped, then turned around and put his hands on the table. I practically flinched in surprise at his two caramel eyes.
"You just mumbled something, hm?" he asked, in an intimidating tone on par with Hitler's ultimatum.
"Yes." I smiled hyperbolically. "Uh, no. To be more precise, I'm giving out my aspirations as a vertebrate in the face of a bunch of spineless creatures like you who walk around arrogantly as if this cafeteria belongs to you." My eyebrows raised scornfully. "So, eww for you."
I don't know how bad my words were, but seeing Shyla opening her mouth to drop a bite of the apple she was about to chew, I'm sure my words contained danger radar.
"What's your name?" Justin tilted his head to one side.
"You'd be surprised if I said my name." Eww, actually I don't want to brag by saying that I am an island princess Luisa who needs decency in this megapolitan city. But facing someone like him, it seems like it's okay to give it a try. "I'm a new student here." With my little 'sweet angel' smile, I continued, "Princess Daphne Marie-Anne Evangeline Grimaldi Westlake."
Instantly, all the cafeteria patrons opened their mouths as soon as they recognized my full name which seemed familiar to them—including my new friends at this table. Well, I hate being a princess, but this can be my main weapon to avoid annoying 'tricks'.
Not really bothered by the name, Justin let out a short sigh. "Oh. A princess." He pursed his lips. "Try googling my name. You can only brag." His body was raised again. He smoothed the collar of his jacket with a straightforward motion. "Nice to meet you, Dope-nee." With no change in the haughty expression on his face, he swayed indifferently followed by his minions to a bench in the corner of the cafeteria.
Good grief. I want to put his head in the toilet hole.